RAGASA
Ep. 26. Jealousy And Prestigious

"Dih, what kind of demonic possession are you? How to become a gombal gini guy?" horrified Caca.

Raga spread her shoulders indifferently, she was confused as to why she had become like this.

"Don't know, maybe possessed by a genie lo. You see, lately my brain, haunted equally all about lo," said Raga again, making Caca's face cengo.

Caca got off the bike, then held the eel of the man who had twice, combed him.

"I'm not the one who's sick, I'm the one who's sick" Caca said.

Raga pouted, "Lo mah so!" pissed off Raga, then got on his bike.

Caca got on the bike, then kept his head on the man's shoulder.

"Lagian lo, I don't think you're that self."

"Lo doesn't like it? I was like that," said Raga, a little sniffling.

"Not to like it, so it's kind of weird" Caca replied.

"Yes, you don't like it!" upset, then put the bike on.

"Don't dislike Raga, misunderstand me, you" said Caca.

"Bodos! After all, my mind is no longer haunted by you!"

"That's a big shot," said Caca.

"Father, your mind is not haunted again by me, which is important all my thoughts are all lo all," once again unconsciously he was flailing.

"Oh, your chatter doesn't work for me!" cynical Raga.

"Who's the big one? The real person."

"It is Surti!" cynical Raga.

"That's a call from lo? Surti, Sur, god's man, i his heart loves Raga," said Caca as he raised his eyebrows.

"Content, for a moron!" said Raga crying out.

"There's a long time, a pun from for. In any case, even though there is no key word in this world that is important I am always there for you."

Caca laughed, why is he so good at racing, is there a race in this world? If there's a Caca going to follow him.

"It's not clear you!" scorn Raga.

"Emang, that's obviously just my feeling to you," Caca smiled back, intending to tease Raga.

"Cinting!" he meant the man to Caca.

"Sinting is also a dear call from you huh? Sin—"

"Whisper! I'm dizzy with all the chatter from lo!"

"Dizziness or baper?" kekeh Caca's.

"Did you?"

Caca laughed again, Raga is indeed the mood booster, "Yes it's not baper."

"Well, cheeks until her ears are red?" caca held back his laughter once more.

Raga stopped her bike on the edge again, then stared intently at Caca in the rearview mirror.

"Down!" tell Raga.

"Down is also a call dear to you huh?" Caca pursed her lips, wanting to laugh, but afraid that Raga was getting angry.

Looking at Raga's reddened face, either because of anger or because Caca didn't know that. Only Raga and God know.

Caca hugged Raga, then kept her head on the man's back, "Joking Ga. Joking, do you want to come down on me in the middle of the road like this?"

"Eat him, don't bummer!" pissed Raga.

"Nyebelin or ngangenin?" caca continued to flirt.

"Don't start, will I go down?" menacam Raga's.

Caca paid no heed to Raga's words, the girl tightened her arms even more, on the grumpy man's body.

"Sepiiii gow!" Caca uses Raju's intonation, in serial upin-upins.

"…"

***

Caca was staying at Raga's house, due to the man's compulsion. In order to undress her for a bath, the handkerchief that the typhoon lent fell.

He picked it up, then was stunned for a moment, when he felt the handkerchief the typhoon had, he had seen somewhere, but somewhere.

"Gue kek felt like he'd seen a handkerchief, but where?" ask him to yourself.

"Gue wash first, who knows if it has been washed so keinget," Caca walked towards the toilet, he will wash it manually.

"Why do you?" ask Raga who came suddenly.

"Gue's already knocked, you're a budge, can't be horrified!"

"yes, yes" said Caca.

"Cepet down, the mother is waiting," Raga said.

"Yes-yes, I want to wash the handkerchief first. Go ahead," tell Caca.

The girl was focusing on rubbing her handkerchief with soap half a container. With reason, so as not to smell rancid.

"Sweep hand? You got a handkerchief, since when?" ask Raga kepo.

"It's not me, the typhoon,"

Raga frowned, who was the typhoon?

"Topan? Who's typhoon?" ask Raga.

"It's a guy I almost hit first who wears those glasses, a softboy one," Caca explained.

Mangosteen raga, "Oh the cupu?"

"If by the way, even though it looks like what you call it earlier, if seen-liat the typhoon is not handsome to know."

"Dih, still hang me everywhere," haughty man.

"Yes, it's still your car. But free handsome, if the sport is low physical people!"

"Who is the physical inferior?" pissed Raga.

"That was, say a cupu typhoon," said Caca keeping his handkerchief in the sink, then scrapped his chest to look at Raga.

"Gue spoke the truth, not his physical inferiority!"

"Just like!" reply caca, back rubbing the typhoon's handkerchief.

"It's up to you, Surti!" upset Raga then leaves Caca alone.

"THE CIE! THE ONE WHO CALLED HIM HAS A CALL DEAR!" Shouted Caca.

Raga who had not been far away and could hear the word chuckled while bobbing, girl sucks.

"Stress, but I love you," he said.

***

After dinner with the Wijaya family. Caca went back to his room, as everyone in the house was intending to sleep.

Caca held a handkerchief belonging to a typhoon that had dried up, he tried to remember, when he had seen the handkerchief.

"What's the moment I almost hit him? But I don't think so, I just squirm where the gloves are?" his monologue.

Caca sat down, keeping his handkerchief on the thigh. He will take medicine now, because from the beginning of his opiate death, he has not taken medicine once.

Keep the medicine on your tongue, then drink water, so the medicine goes down.

"What drugs do you take?"

Gluey!

Why does Raga like to come suddenly? Fortunately, he swallowed the medicine. Otherwise, it could be bed linen at Raga's house will get wet, because of his actions.

"It can't be lo, come knock on the door first!" pissed Caca.

"As far as I am, this man is my home" answered Raga.

"But this is my room, your own mother who gave me the same room. So this is my area, you can't just enter it!"

"Yes, I'm sorry" said the man as he approached Caca.

"What medicine was that?" ask Raga.

"Sleeping pills, lately I can't sleep if I don't take medication."

Raga nodded, though slightly in disbelief, glancing at Caca sharply, when the cuprous handkerchief was on the girl's thigh.

"Just keep going, sweep the cupu's hand. It was washed, it's now pressed, you like it with him?" sewot Raga's.

"Well, who's so tight?No, I'm simple on the thigh, if you're hugged continuously!" caca replied that he did not lose the sewot.

"Yes the same!"

"Jealous to say Ga. I kept my handkerchief you already sewot, let alone I immediately kekepin the Typhoon!"

"So, jealousy? Why am I jealous just like him, still losing much to me!" arrogant of that man.

"If you still lose far, why lo sewot? Still, you feel like you're competing with him!"

"Bodo, my people also do not like lo, bodo very if you want to be with him!"

"Well, who says you like me?" caca said as she closed her chest.

Raga growls in anger, se